Daily Republican., 1887-06-29

l nebs, sOItenlnR tne Ocauty tnat was
usually thought too cold and proud,
made her lOvelier than even Gilbert
Wallace had ever realized before.
''She is too beautiful to lose," he
muttered, biting his lip with vexation.
II see that there is some truth in what
have heard about a past romance oi
the heart between her and .Denzil; and
she has not forgotten it, nor grown in
different TO him. All, he is coming
this way; l wonder how they will
greet each other"
His eyes again sought the fair face
of Glare Maynard and studied every
passing change in 1t with secret bitter
ness
She. too, had seen that graceful, dis
tingue figure moving slowly toward
them. stopping constantly to respond
to smiling greetings from one and
another as he passed. and her proud.
sweet face took on . look that musl
have thrilled the heart OF any man
who had ever loved her.
Gilbert Wallace bent nearer, press
ing tho angry light that sprung to his
|eyes, the angry thrOb that he fell
must make itself heard in his voice,
and so betrsy him.
'Then you are also an old acquaint
ance of his3 What general favorite
he seems'-glsncing back at the slow.
ly advancing figure and handsome
smiling face. II wonder if his bride
will shsre his popularityw
"His bride2n
With an abrupt, noticeable start,
despite the proud self-control habitual
TO her, Glare Maynard turned and
glanced sharply into his face.
He bore it csmly. although he saw
that her lovely cheek had paled a
shade or two, and her eyes had sud
denly lost their brilliant glow of pleas
ure for startled look of pain and bit
lterness, and he hated the man who
had the power to thus sway her emo
tions.
His future bride, l should have
said," Gilbert corrected, easily. "Yes
II have met the young lady; very
prettv. very accomplished, but"-witf
a smile and bow--''pardon me fol
wondering how he could have sought
la bride elsewhere when he had the
privilege of mum bering you among hi.
fair friends, and-perhaps admirers
ihere!'
] Clare turned away with a slightly
curling lip, and made no answer
But a moment later, when Barry
lDenzil paused hesitatingly before her
with questioning, half pleading lool
in his beautiful. dusky eyes, it was {
haughty, calmly-indfferent face which
contronted him. clear, cool voice
which returned his formal greeting
without one thrill of emotion.
And he turned away as coldly
never dreaming OF the warm, swee
light of tenderness which had abso
lutely transfgured that proud, tai
face but moment earlier.
II "What! you're not going to leave u!
Iagain, DenzilY' cried one of his ole
chums, at the close OF the ,he evening
as the former bade him very unex
|pected goodbye. "Why, I though
Iyou had come back to stay?"
"Oh, no." was the answer, in
lwearied, half disguised tone. "Hadn'
decided upon anything OF that kind
Just run up to see the old friends. yo,
know. and thought perhaps Well
with little gulp in his voice as hi
hurried on-"nevcr mind. l fine
that it isn't the same old place, quite
I've slipped out of the old grooy,
somehow ard"-wlth short laugl
that sounded anything but mirthtul-
81 can't get back, that's all. So good
bye, once more. I'm Off"
/ And 30 he was.
i And, though more than one wh'
knew him in the past shook thei
heads and muttered Significantly
l"Clarc Maynard" still no one say,
Gilbert Wallace guessed the exac
! truth.
Il Three months later he enjoyed tn
/, triumph of leading the proud ant
.. beautiful Clare Magma to the altar.
; In her white satin and diamonds
with the misty bridal veil falling lik,
cloud about her graceful form, sh
was picture to be remembered eve
latter.
"Surely no man ever had fairel
, BRIDE" thought Wallace, proudly.
And, later on, he found that no maj
) ever had more unloving one.
i Absolutely without heart" wa
3 what people said of her, when they
gossipped about the bride and her eX
Iquisite loveliness.
But Wallace knew better. He ha,
triumphed, yet his victory. like Dea,
Sea fruit, had turned to ashes on hi
Hips.
He knew to whom Clare's heart be
longed; and, day by day, his env,
land hatred Of the man whom he ha,
cheated of a loving bride grew NOR
Intense.
at is killing me-" he said to him
self, with white and haggard lips. Il
| | could ever make her love me-bu
Ishe never will her heart is dead t,
! Ime forever. She neither loves no
hates; and yet she little dreams wha
lcause she has to hate mev'
And thus his punishment was metet
tout to him for the sin he had wilfull,
lcommitted.
No, that he repented it'll Had h,
Isueceeded in winning Clare's heart al
well as her hand he would have Cas-
1.-THE siiugs OF conscience to the fou
vinds.
ut it was the bitterness of defeat
the utter h0pnlessness of ever rohbins